Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty!
Who would thought that these thirty crumpled assorted colored papers on my hands are new?
To heck of that indigenous literary folio!
Instead of writing straight on these filmsy papers, I should crumpled it first to look as if these come from the dust bin!
Different ornaments are ready to be used.
Old buttons in black, gray and white.
Wooven linens and nylons.
Mirror fragments.
Tree barks.
Iron rods.
Seashells.
Etc.
I set them all at the left side of my study table.
I get my work pad, drafting pencil, and calligraphic pens instead.
Good things take time.
